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... so eminently in the degree of this fortune , as Cassio does ? a knave very
voluble ; no further conscionable , than in putting on the mere form of civil and
humane seeming , for the better compassing of his salt and most hidden loose
affection ...
... so eminently in the degree of this fortune , as Cassio does ? a knave very
voluble ; no further conscionable , than in putting on the mere form of civil and
humane seeming , for the better compassing of his salt and most hidden loose
affection ...
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O , then unfold the passion of my love , Surprise her with discourse of my dear
faith : It shall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy
youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave aspéct . Vio . I think not so , my lord . Duke
.
O , then unfold the passion of my love , Surprise her with discourse of my dear
faith : It shall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy
youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave aspéct . Vio . I think not so , my lord . Duke
.
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Yes ; and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that decays the
wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity ,
for the better encreasing your folly ! Sir Toby will be sworn , that I am no fox ; but ...
Yes ; and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that decays the
wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity ,
for the better encreasing your folly ! Sir Toby will be sworn , that I am no fox ; but ...
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... Poor lady , she were better love a dream . Disguise , I see , thou art a
wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How easy is it , for the
proper false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! Alas , our frailty is the
cause , not ...
... Poor lady , she were better love a dream . Disguise , I see , thou art a
wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How easy is it , for the
proper false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! Alas , our frailty is the
cause , not ...
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Would it be better , madam , than I am , I wish it might ; for now I am your fool . Oli
. O , what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip ! A
murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid : love's
...
Would it be better , madam , than I am , I wish it might ; for now I am your fool . Oli
. O , what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip ! A
murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid : love's
...
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Alon Ariel Attendants bear better blood bring brother Cassio comes daughter dear Desdemona devil dost doth drink Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear follow fool fortune give hand hang hath hear heard heart heaven hold honest honour hope hour I'll Iago keep kind king lady leave light live look lord lost madam Malvolio Marry master mean mind Mira mistress monster Moor nature never night noble Officers Othello peace play poor pr’ythee pray reason Roderigo SCENE sing Sir Toby soul speak spirit stand strange sure sweet tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought Trin true What's wife
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Seite 74 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Seite 63 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Seite 71 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Seite 149 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Seite 115 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Seite 209 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Seite 115 - Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Seite 205 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Seite 19 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, And portance in my...
Seite 162 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
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| Titel | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Band 12 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 27. Dez. 2006 |
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